“A few days later the children were fishing in that stream that has been cutting through the soft soil of the valley for many centuries. The tops of the trees intertwined above him, forming a long corridor; sunlight filtered through their foliage and fell in spots, circles and stripes onto the shore and onto the water. In the green corridor one could see shoals of sand and gravel, old roots and fallen trunks, overgrown with moss and covered with drawings red from the ferruginous water. Thin and pale trunks of foxgloves stretched towards the light; next to them fern bushes rose, shy flowers swayed, always thirsty for water, which cannot live without moisture and shade...” Translation: Anna Enquist